When we got home yesterday from school and therapy I was starving and dove into cooking dinner in a frantic rush to get it done before my daughter started demanding things. I was pleasantly surprised that I got about 20 minutes to myself and I figured that she was entertaining herself with toys or videos. I went to check on Julia and found her going from room to room in the house apparently searching for something. I asked her if she needed help, and she looked up at me with big eyes and a questioning face. I said "let's go find your iPad or a card of what you're looking for and maybe you can tell me." So we started walking downstairs and about halfway down she said "CA... CA" ... this is her version of cat. I wonder how much effort it was to force this rarely used approximation out. I smiled sadly at her and asked Julia to please sit down with me on the stairs. When I had her attention I told her the cat is sick and not at home right now and that some doctors are taking care of her and if we're lucky she'll be home soon. Julia said "hommm hommm??" ... me, "Yes, hopefully". She smiled and trotted off down the stairs to eat, and I sat there a moment wondering if we were going to have issues if ... when ... our 14 year old cat Pandora passes. Even if she makes it through this illness it's only a matter of time before we lose her. I thought about how they interacted together and smiled. I've watched Julia sit down next to Pandora and pet her, feed her scraps of chicken under the table, hangout in sun spots in the house and bask, cuddle on the beanbag ... but until this moment didn't realize the depth of Julia's connection. She's had therapists and teachers leave her life and I was hoping that she would be able to move on, but now I'm not so sure. I hope she accepts and gets along with any future furry family members. Time will tell.